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abitheliotropeTitle: Conflicting Invitations.
Fandom: Scrubs/Harry Potter crossover
Rating: Teen
Pairings overall: Padma Patil/Doug Murphy; JD/Dr. Cox; Carla/Turk; and a brief mention of Snape/Harry
This part: One sided Doug/Padma, Jd/Dr. Cox, more unnecessary Snarry mentions!
Summary: Padma Patil, gifted Healer, is sent to Sacred Heart to help a muggle doctor magically.
Author's note: I cannot account for quality, rambly, attempting to be funny, crossover, random, unbetaed as of right now.
Disclaimer: Nooooot mine. Scrubs nor HP.
Dedicated: Again to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
newbie1990, because she's literally almost forcing me too!
It wasn’t like Padma was a complete stranger to Muggle technology. Sure, she was a pureblood, and grew up far away from plugs and television sets, but she did take Muggle Studies at Hogwarts. She knew how circuits worked and how to use a stove. But looking around the lobby of Sacred Heart, with its beeping machines and computer-run technology, it all was a bit paled in comparison.
Maybe Doug wasn’t the only one who was going to learn a thing or a million about medicine.
Speaking of her little project boy, she wondered when he’d arrive. The very nice Latina nurse whom she was introduced to before anyone else had said she’d page him to the hospital, but when she’d do this Padma didn’t know.
So she sat, fiddling with her uncomfortable Muggle lab coat, picking apart pieces of fuzz from the chair in the main lobby. She didn’t even know her way around this place, supposedly Doug’s job was to do that.
She heard the door open, and a male voice stated, to the crowd, “Doug’s here, yes I am!”
Padma picked her head up, curiously, and extended her right hand. She looked up Dr. Murphy from top to bottom: skinny, sweaty, shaking, with a shirt on under his scrubs and an odd little bag around his waist.
“Hello, I’m Padma Patil; you must be Douglas Murphy. Pleasure. Now, how does one navigate this charming establishment?” There. Formal, polite, uncaring.
“He-ey. I’m, er Doug. Sorry, uh, about that entrance. I don’t usually, uh, come in like that, obviously. But the page said I was, er, needed, and I’m never needed. So…yeah, let me show you around. You’ll be staying with me, aiight?
So that explained the sweat. ‘He’s very nervous; oh dear. That’s why I’m needed, isn’t it? To calm the nerves, so he can work without peeing himself. Fun’.
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‘Oh, goodness. Foot in my mouth or what? I’m so stupid; why can’t I just talk to a pretty girl, or any person, without coming off as a gigantic ass? Ugh!’ thought Doug nervously, as he turned to lead the way for Padma.
And she was a pretty girl. He couldn’t place her name before, still couldn’t, but she looked Indian to him. Dark, silky hair and big brown eyes. She was dressed somewhat casually, and her purple shirt popped nicely against her tan skin. Doug didn’t know how the hell he’d be able to make it through the next month without scaring her away.
He digressed, in his own mind, and moved on with the tour. They passed the lobby without much conversation, and were almost to the doctor’s lounge before anyone said anything.
It was Padma who first spoke, shaking Doug out of his nervous mind state.
“This is a nice hospital. Roomy. Large, you know? The one I come from is somewhat cramped, but then again it is the only one of its kind for miles. Besides that, tell me a bit about yourself.”
Obviously, this was not something he could get away from with just a nod of the head. Doug cleared his throat, trying to form the sentences in his mind first, but of course it came out a bit mumbled and jumbled.
“Well, I’m from Reno, which is near here, ya know? My parents, they still live there and all and it was them who wanted me to be a doctor. I wanted to, er, work with animals. Be a Vet or something, but my mother always talked about doctoring and things, so I became one. I guess its fun. Yeah. I don’t have a lot of a story prepared. People don’t usually ask about me. I’m just ‘Nervous Guy’ or ‘Peepants’ (I swear I’ve never peed my pants, Dr. Cox is just so mean) or ‘that guy’. Enough about me, yes that. You?”
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Padma had to blink her eyes a few times as she attempted to comprehend whatever Doug just had said. She followed him obediently into the Doctor’s Lounge.
No wonder why he was so nervous. No one had ever made him feel welcome, or understood why he was so helpless at what he did. It was oddly softening to this hard opinion she had of him.
She was going to open her mouth to spill her past to him when a quick pager beep went off. A doctor with a large nose and spiky hair ran by, screaming that his name was JD, that he was happy to meet her, and that he was about to ‘have a lucky moment’. The high beeping noise rang in her ears, and her wand suddenly poked her in the side.
Oh yeah. She was in a Muggle hospital. With a muggle. Who did not know about magic. She was instructed to ‘calmly introduce the magic part of your personality to your muggle counterpart without causing too much of a scene'.
“Er, Doug, there is something I’ve got to tell you. You know, it can wait. Not really, but no one else can hear. I mean they can... ok, I’m just stalling.
"There’s more to me than meets the eye. I’m here on a special task from a powerful leader of my people. The Minister for Magic. I’m a witch. A doctor, yes; we’re called healers. I’m here to help you magically.”
Doug just stared, confused. Padma tried to smile encouragingly, but it came out small and nerved.
“I’m seriously telling the truth. I don’t bugger around, playing tricks on people. You believe me? Or do you need proof?”
And again Doug just stared. Then he started to sweat. And nodded his head. And spoke.
“A witch? Like, in movies and stuff? Don’t they ride brooms and have warts, or is that stereotypical? I mean, you don’t have any warts. Like, you’re a pretty witch.”
Padma could only blush in return and explain the rest as they moved onto the Intensive Care Unit.
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Just like Doug had learned from his cousin that it took four days for lead poisoning from a pencil stuck up one’s nose to kill them (untrue), it took four days to see some sort of pattern in his work with Padma.
She really was a witch. She had this wooden stick that made the milk he spilled on her coat disappear, and didn’t even need a thermometer to take a patient’s temperature. What he didn’t understand though, was how her magic was going to help him. Unless she had a spell that made him a miraculously better doctor, he couldn’t do those tricks she could do with her wand.
Some things were uncomfortable, especially in their living arrangements. Padma liked to eat breakfast before doing anything else in the day, and took long periods of time getting ready for work. Doug had to haul himself in his room until she was dressed and ready, and only then could he pop out into his apartment without becoming quickly embarrassed.
He was also somewhat jealous of Padma. Her sparkling personality had gained her many friends within the staff, and she frequently dined with Turk, Carla, and Elliot in the Cafeteria. Doug was stuck with Ted, wondering why his assistant didn’t invite him to join them.
His patients were happier, though, and he was too. Padma might look at him with disgust every time he said something without finishing his idea, or let Dr. Cox get to him when he messed up, but it was happening less and less. He was still so tired of this lack of self-confidence.
But she listened to his random thoughts during the day, told him jokes about her sister and family, and showed him cool spells. Doug also wasn’t laughed at by his patients, or switched off their service anymore.
But back to that pattern. Every morning they’d receive a patient, and Padma would talk about how she could combat this with magic. Then she’d turn to him, a sort of sparkle in her eyes from talking about magic. She’d flip her hair back, wiggle her nose, and ask him how he would treat this patient the ‘muggle way’. He’d become nervous, shaky, but something about her stare would get him to breathe deep, calm down, and answer that he’d need to look into it more, but the general outline seemed to be this or that.
And, again, miraculously, it would be right. And with more and more of this pattern, patient after patient, day after day, Doug realized it took four days to develop a really, really, serious crush.
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Padma had learned it took 10 days to assimilate somewhat into the cliques of a hospital. Well, for her at least. In a bit less than a fortnight she had been at Sacred Heart, she’d already gained a lunchtime retreat, some gossip gals, and some sort of friendships.
She’d arrive at the hospital, which was actually charming and large once you started moving around, with Doug, and do a dash of confidence building with him before saddling off to gab with Elliot about the new celebrity divorce/love affair/baby adoption that was so popular in Hollywood.
She’d tell the nurses a bit about what medicine was like over in England, even if she couldn’t exactly tell them she was a witch. She wasn’t even exactly sure of what she had to do. Even though she could do magic with her wand, how was that going to translate into helping Doug with his doctor kit?
On this fine day, Padma happened to be sitting in the cafeteria, stirring her coffee with a plastic spoon, and kicking her legs back and forth. Nurse Roberts was talking about the biggest hospital couple, some intimidating doctor named Cox and his little ex. protégé, JD. She was listening absentmindedly on and off, and staring off into space.
“So I’ve heard that Jordan, that child has been going out with five different guys a week, just playing it up. Doctor Cox is so tired with the moaning and groaning that comes with her smuggling those boys into their guest room that he’s been making a racket with Dr. Dorian. Its like, some adultery sex battle, like monkeys in the Amazon do. Ummhmm.”
Padma just had to snort; she hadn’t heard anyone say ummhmm since, well the war. It had been a fortnight after the final battle, and she and Parvati had been visiting Seamus Finnegan in St. Mungo’s. Their second year Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Gilderoy Lockhart was skipping around. One of the nurses had asked him if he’d like to bloody well calm down and stop disturbing the children, and all her had said was “Ummhmm sister” and gone shuffling back to his ward.
But no, she mustn’t think of that now. Just then, her pager went off. A page from Doug sent her up to the ICU, leaving her memory behind.
Elliot was going in the same direction, and decided to gab about her brother Barry. As much as she liked talking with the girls at the hospital, she missed gossiping with Cho, Lavender, Parvati, and sometimes Hermione about the new Minister of Magic (“She is tough as nails, but her you seen her nails? Ugh!”, or about their own famous couples (“Well, I heard that old Mr. Cromley caught Potter and Snape in the back isles, near the lubricant potions!”)
It took 10 days for Padma Patil to discover that she was dreadfully homesick.
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In exactly two weeks into this project (halfway through), Doug Murphy realized how completely different Padma was from all the girls he’d ever met, and also how she was exactly the same.
For example, every time Doug drove her to work in the morning, instead of nervously applying last minute makeup, Padma would stare out the windows, engrossed in the palm trees, as she talked about what she had dreamed the night before.
She said that while in school, she had learned how to observe dreams; how to predict things out of them, or study their patterns. While she didn’t really think highly of premonitions, Padma did believe in studying what dreams possibly could mean.
Doug knew what his dreams meant. Every morning he’d wake up happy and cheerful, and then remember something really random that Padma had said the day before.
Yet, she still treated him as all girls did. He’d twitch involuntarily or say something stupid like the first thing on his mind. She’d look at him with eye’s wide, confused about why he was so…silly. She’d twitter and giggle at his little flubs while speaking to Dr. Cox.
In all this time, he had discovered he was still almost exactly the same as at the beginning. He was nervous all the time, and still forgot very important medications for his patients. Padma would click her tongue when he messed up a prescription, disappointedly.
He knew what kind of guys she’d go for. Tall, dark, and handsome, with a sensitive side, and enough differences to make things interesting (but not too many to make things always argumentative). They were always smart and funny, and these guys really knew how to command a crowd.
And every day, Doug would look at himself. He was mid-height, skinny and pale. He was overtly sensitive and always cried at the end of a nice Rom-Com. While Padma liked Sports and tinkering with things (so unlike most other girls), he preferred reading magazines and cycling. He was dumb and dull, and no one ever paid attention to little ole Doug.
And with all these uncertainties and doubts about his character and career, Doug realized that it took 14 days for someone to be willing to change almost everything about themselves for someone.
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One more part, at least!
Fandom: Scrubs/Harry Potter crossover
Rating: Teen
Pairings overall: Padma Patil/Doug Murphy; JD/Dr. Cox; Carla/Turk; and a brief mention of Snape/Harry
This part: One sided Doug/Padma, Jd/Dr. Cox, more unnecessary Snarry mentions!
Summary: Padma Patil, gifted Healer, is sent to Sacred Heart to help a muggle doctor magically.
Author's note: I cannot account for quality, rambly, attempting to be funny, crossover, random, unbetaed as of right now.
Disclaimer: Nooooot mine. Scrubs nor HP.
Dedicated: Again to
newbie1990, because she's literally almost forcing me too!It wasn’t like Padma was a complete stranger to Muggle technology. Sure, she was a pureblood, and grew up far away from plugs and television sets, but she did take Muggle Studies at Hogwarts. She knew how circuits worked and how to use a stove. But looking around the lobby of Sacred Heart, with its beeping machines and computer-run technology, it all was a bit paled in comparison.
Maybe Doug wasn’t the only one who was going to learn a thing or a million about medicine.
Speaking of her little project boy, she wondered when he’d arrive. The very nice Latina nurse whom she was introduced to before anyone else had said she’d page him to the hospital, but when she’d do this Padma didn’t know.
So she sat, fiddling with her uncomfortable Muggle lab coat, picking apart pieces of fuzz from the chair in the main lobby. She didn’t even know her way around this place, supposedly Doug’s job was to do that.
She heard the door open, and a male voice stated, to the crowd, “Doug’s here, yes I am!”
Padma picked her head up, curiously, and extended her right hand. She looked up Dr. Murphy from top to bottom: skinny, sweaty, shaking, with a shirt on under his scrubs and an odd little bag around his waist.
“Hello, I’m Padma Patil; you must be Douglas Murphy. Pleasure. Now, how does one navigate this charming establishment?” There. Formal, polite, uncaring.
“He-ey. I’m, er Doug. Sorry, uh, about that entrance. I don’t usually, uh, come in like that, obviously. But the page said I was, er, needed, and I’m never needed. So…yeah, let me show you around. You’ll be staying with me, aiight?
So that explained the sweat. ‘He’s very nervous; oh dear. That’s why I’m needed, isn’t it? To calm the nerves, so he can work without peeing himself. Fun’.
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‘Oh, goodness. Foot in my mouth or what? I’m so stupid; why can’t I just talk to a pretty girl, or any person, without coming off as a gigantic ass? Ugh!’ thought Doug nervously, as he turned to lead the way for Padma.
And she was a pretty girl. He couldn’t place her name before, still couldn’t, but she looked Indian to him. Dark, silky hair and big brown eyes. She was dressed somewhat casually, and her purple shirt popped nicely against her tan skin. Doug didn’t know how the hell he’d be able to make it through the next month without scaring her away.
He digressed, in his own mind, and moved on with the tour. They passed the lobby without much conversation, and were almost to the doctor’s lounge before anyone said anything.
It was Padma who first spoke, shaking Doug out of his nervous mind state.
“This is a nice hospital. Roomy. Large, you know? The one I come from is somewhat cramped, but then again it is the only one of its kind for miles. Besides that, tell me a bit about yourself.”
Obviously, this was not something he could get away from with just a nod of the head. Doug cleared his throat, trying to form the sentences in his mind first, but of course it came out a bit mumbled and jumbled.
“Well, I’m from Reno, which is near here, ya know? My parents, they still live there and all and it was them who wanted me to be a doctor. I wanted to, er, work with animals. Be a Vet or something, but my mother always talked about doctoring and things, so I became one. I guess its fun. Yeah. I don’t have a lot of a story prepared. People don’t usually ask about me. I’m just ‘Nervous Guy’ or ‘Peepants’ (I swear I’ve never peed my pants, Dr. Cox is just so mean) or ‘that guy’. Enough about me, yes that. You?”
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Padma had to blink her eyes a few times as she attempted to comprehend whatever Doug just had said. She followed him obediently into the Doctor’s Lounge.
No wonder why he was so nervous. No one had ever made him feel welcome, or understood why he was so helpless at what he did. It was oddly softening to this hard opinion she had of him.
She was going to open her mouth to spill her past to him when a quick pager beep went off. A doctor with a large nose and spiky hair ran by, screaming that his name was JD, that he was happy to meet her, and that he was about to ‘have a lucky moment’. The high beeping noise rang in her ears, and her wand suddenly poked her in the side.
Oh yeah. She was in a Muggle hospital. With a muggle. Who did not know about magic. She was instructed to ‘calmly introduce the magic part of your personality to your muggle counterpart without causing too much of a scene'.
“Er, Doug, there is something I’ve got to tell you. You know, it can wait. Not really, but no one else can hear. I mean they can... ok, I’m just stalling.
"There’s more to me than meets the eye. I’m here on a special task from a powerful leader of my people. The Minister for Magic. I’m a witch. A doctor, yes; we’re called healers. I’m here to help you magically.”
Doug just stared, confused. Padma tried to smile encouragingly, but it came out small and nerved.
“I’m seriously telling the truth. I don’t bugger around, playing tricks on people. You believe me? Or do you need proof?”
And again Doug just stared. Then he started to sweat. And nodded his head. And spoke.
“A witch? Like, in movies and stuff? Don’t they ride brooms and have warts, or is that stereotypical? I mean, you don’t have any warts. Like, you’re a pretty witch.”
Padma could only blush in return and explain the rest as they moved onto the Intensive Care Unit.
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Just like Doug had learned from his cousin that it took four days for lead poisoning from a pencil stuck up one’s nose to kill them (untrue), it took four days to see some sort of pattern in his work with Padma.
She really was a witch. She had this wooden stick that made the milk he spilled on her coat disappear, and didn’t even need a thermometer to take a patient’s temperature. What he didn’t understand though, was how her magic was going to help him. Unless she had a spell that made him a miraculously better doctor, he couldn’t do those tricks she could do with her wand.
Some things were uncomfortable, especially in their living arrangements. Padma liked to eat breakfast before doing anything else in the day, and took long periods of time getting ready for work. Doug had to haul himself in his room until she was dressed and ready, and only then could he pop out into his apartment without becoming quickly embarrassed.
He was also somewhat jealous of Padma. Her sparkling personality had gained her many friends within the staff, and she frequently dined with Turk, Carla, and Elliot in the Cafeteria. Doug was stuck with Ted, wondering why his assistant didn’t invite him to join them.
His patients were happier, though, and he was too. Padma might look at him with disgust every time he said something without finishing his idea, or let Dr. Cox get to him when he messed up, but it was happening less and less. He was still so tired of this lack of self-confidence.
But she listened to his random thoughts during the day, told him jokes about her sister and family, and showed him cool spells. Doug also wasn’t laughed at by his patients, or switched off their service anymore.
But back to that pattern. Every morning they’d receive a patient, and Padma would talk about how she could combat this with magic. Then she’d turn to him, a sort of sparkle in her eyes from talking about magic. She’d flip her hair back, wiggle her nose, and ask him how he would treat this patient the ‘muggle way’. He’d become nervous, shaky, but something about her stare would get him to breathe deep, calm down, and answer that he’d need to look into it more, but the general outline seemed to be this or that.
And, again, miraculously, it would be right. And with more and more of this pattern, patient after patient, day after day, Doug realized it took four days to develop a really, really, serious crush.
---------------------------------
Padma had learned it took 10 days to assimilate somewhat into the cliques of a hospital. Well, for her at least. In a bit less than a fortnight she had been at Sacred Heart, she’d already gained a lunchtime retreat, some gossip gals, and some sort of friendships.
She’d arrive at the hospital, which was actually charming and large once you started moving around, with Doug, and do a dash of confidence building with him before saddling off to gab with Elliot about the new celebrity divorce/love affair/baby adoption that was so popular in Hollywood.
She’d tell the nurses a bit about what medicine was like over in England, even if she couldn’t exactly tell them she was a witch. She wasn’t even exactly sure of what she had to do. Even though she could do magic with her wand, how was that going to translate into helping Doug with his doctor kit?
On this fine day, Padma happened to be sitting in the cafeteria, stirring her coffee with a plastic spoon, and kicking her legs back and forth. Nurse Roberts was talking about the biggest hospital couple, some intimidating doctor named Cox and his little ex. protégé, JD. She was listening absentmindedly on and off, and staring off into space.
“So I’ve heard that Jordan, that child has been going out with five different guys a week, just playing it up. Doctor Cox is so tired with the moaning and groaning that comes with her smuggling those boys into their guest room that he’s been making a racket with Dr. Dorian. Its like, some adultery sex battle, like monkeys in the Amazon do. Ummhmm.”
Padma just had to snort; she hadn’t heard anyone say ummhmm since, well the war. It had been a fortnight after the final battle, and she and Parvati had been visiting Seamus Finnegan in St. Mungo’s. Their second year Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Gilderoy Lockhart was skipping around. One of the nurses had asked him if he’d like to bloody well calm down and stop disturbing the children, and all her had said was “Ummhmm sister” and gone shuffling back to his ward.
But no, she mustn’t think of that now. Just then, her pager went off. A page from Doug sent her up to the ICU, leaving her memory behind.
Elliot was going in the same direction, and decided to gab about her brother Barry. As much as she liked talking with the girls at the hospital, she missed gossiping with Cho, Lavender, Parvati, and sometimes Hermione about the new Minister of Magic (“She is tough as nails, but her you seen her nails? Ugh!”, or about their own famous couples (“Well, I heard that old Mr. Cromley caught Potter and Snape in the back isles, near the lubricant potions!”)
It took 10 days for Padma Patil to discover that she was dreadfully homesick.
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In exactly two weeks into this project (halfway through), Doug Murphy realized how completely different Padma was from all the girls he’d ever met, and also how she was exactly the same.
For example, every time Doug drove her to work in the morning, instead of nervously applying last minute makeup, Padma would stare out the windows, engrossed in the palm trees, as she talked about what she had dreamed the night before.
She said that while in school, she had learned how to observe dreams; how to predict things out of them, or study their patterns. While she didn’t really think highly of premonitions, Padma did believe in studying what dreams possibly could mean.
Doug knew what his dreams meant. Every morning he’d wake up happy and cheerful, and then remember something really random that Padma had said the day before.
Yet, she still treated him as all girls did. He’d twitch involuntarily or say something stupid like the first thing on his mind. She’d look at him with eye’s wide, confused about why he was so…silly. She’d twitter and giggle at his little flubs while speaking to Dr. Cox.
In all this time, he had discovered he was still almost exactly the same as at the beginning. He was nervous all the time, and still forgot very important medications for his patients. Padma would click her tongue when he messed up a prescription, disappointedly.
He knew what kind of guys she’d go for. Tall, dark, and handsome, with a sensitive side, and enough differences to make things interesting (but not too many to make things always argumentative). They were always smart and funny, and these guys really knew how to command a crowd.
And every day, Doug would look at himself. He was mid-height, skinny and pale. He was overtly sensitive and always cried at the end of a nice Rom-Com. While Padma liked Sports and tinkering with things (so unlike most other girls), he preferred reading magazines and cycling. He was dumb and dull, and no one ever paid attention to little ole Doug.
And with all these uncertainties and doubts about his character and career, Doug realized that it took 14 days for someone to be willing to change almost everything about themselves for someone.
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One more part, at least!
